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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On Ring World Siourew.
When: The tenth.

(It is uncommon for Maedhros to be surrounded by...anyone, truly. He has an air about him that affords him space without him saying a word. Perhaps his scars are off-putting or his height or perhaps word has spread that he - along with certain members of his family - are skilled, cold killers when threatened.

Regardless, the tall Elf is finding himself in an uncomfortable situation. Many of those vying for his attention are Co’kal and he is wary of offending them even in his confusion.)

Forgive me, but I cannot - (There is excitement that follows his gentle rejection and he tenses, barely avoiding a hand touching his hair.) I do not like to be touched.

(Which isn't entirely true. His family can touch him freely and he feels no anxiety. However strangers are a different story.

A smaller, somewhat daintier Co'kal makes a sound of sympathy and he smiles nervously.)

I am honored to be given your affections. (Maedhros meets the gazes of all around him, paling when he feels tensions heightening.) But I am not worthy of them. I must tell you now that we would not be compatible as mates.

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[bythewaves]

Just like you, my brother.

[ forever amused ]

Forgive me good people, but if I might borrow my kinsman?

[castintoflames]

(His relief is all too clear before he masks it.)

Is there an emergency? (Please let there be an emergency. He ducks away from another hand, looking like a cornered animal.

Maedhros has never been comfortable being courted, bless him.)

[bythewaves]

[ totally not laughing. Really. ]

Not an emergency, but certainly, I could use your aid, and sooner rather than later, if it please you!

[castintoflames]

(His breath catches as the admirers do not look wholly convinced.)

I... I shall return with gifts for everyone! (Because he cannot disappoint well-meaning folk even if they are being silly.) Lead on, Kano.

[bythewaves]

[ Hiding smiles in polite bows ]

My apologies good people, but I will attempt not to detain him long. This way, Nelyo.

[castintoflames]

(Maedhros is quick to take the exit Maglor has granted, posture tense.)

You came to my rescue, brother. I shall do anything you ask.

[bythewaves]

[ Gonna use this for blackmail f o r e v e r ]

Fortunately for you, brother mine, I want nothing strenuous! But they have forges here, Nelyo!

[castintoflames]

(Be kind! He cannot help emitting pheromones!)

...do they? (His mood is instantly lifted.) We could make proper weapons and armor! Will you aid me? Or am I to aid you this time?

(A small smile tugs at his lips.)

[bythewaves]

[ Still funny ]

Aye, they do. Mines, too. And that was my thought also - and you were always the better in the forge than I.

[castintoflames]

I was... (He trails off, refusing to look down at his hand.) I will need help.

But there is much we could do! Much we should do. Where would you like to begin?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor reaches over to brush his hand fondly ]

You will have all the help I can give. And I think we should work on weapons before armor.

[castintoflames]

(His cheeks pink and he gently tugs on Maglor's ear with said hand.)

I agree. Light, sturdy armor will serve best, I think. Heavier pieces will only impede us.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor hums up at him, pleased ]

Mm, and grandfather and Fingon have only borrowed weapons. It will be good to give them something better.

[castintoflames]

I have learned much about weapons. I am fond of swords - we have the most experience with them - but I could make pistols for them too. They are easy to use and they can be fired from a distance.

(Which keeps their family safer. He approves of that.)

[bythewaves]

Do you know how to make guns?

[ Maglor blinks at him ]

They seem very complicated...

[castintoflames]

Yes. (His smile is triumphant.) I have taken apart many and studied them.

The mechanisms are not as complex as they seem. A small explosion is what propels the bullet forward. The gun's chamber shields the wielder from the fire and heat.

[bythewaves]

As curious as ever.

[ Maglor smiles fondly at him ]

Will our normal metals be good enough?

[castintoflames]

I was given knowledge and I wished to expand it. (He shifts bashfully.) Yes! Bronze would fare better than iron, though I could make a mixture.

[bythewaves]

I will follow your lead in this.

[ Maglor hums softly ]

Father's steel recipe?

[castintoflames]

I will test them before they ever come into our family's hands.

(Maedhros blinks and smiles.)

That would be even better. (He rolls up the sleeves of his tunic, tightening his prosthetic by pulling on a thin strap with his teeth.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor tsks at him and reaches to help ]

Here Nelyo, you'll damage your teeth, let me...

[castintoflames]

(He snorts but extends his arm anyway.)

My teeth are strong! At least they should be with the diet Finno is feeding me.

[bythewaves]

You'll get fat if you eat everything Fingon feeds you. [ maglor says fondly, carefully tightening the straps ]

I still do not know where he gets all the ingredients - it isn't as if every stop has the right things!

[castintoflames]

I honestly do not think he would complain if I did get fat. (But no. The first son of Fëanor and Nerdanel must be fit. Or...not emaciated.)

That is his secret! Do not ruin it, brother.

[bythewaves]

You won't be able to run as fast if you do.

[ Maglor pokes him and laughs softly ]

But I'm curious, Nelyo! I want to know how he does it!